Have you ever tried because you like someone,

So obsessed with her city,

When she's not by your side,

When that city is full of strangeness and mystery to you,

Even seducing and attracting,

When you've lost her,

or,

Never got it,

How you want to run to that faraway city overnight,

The city that permeated her aura like a glow. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

My name is Jiang Dong, I am 1.91 meters tall, and now I am the big forward of the team in Zijin Middle School, as long as I step on the court, I will always maintain 100% focus and hard work, because I can feel those eyes, always watching me on the sidelines, just like before, gentle and direct through my inner gaze, bringing me courage and strength, out of my own heart, out of a new path of life.

When I was a child, doctors told a tearful mother that her son had severe depression and needed to be treated from an early age or it could never be cured for the rest of his life. My mother took me to many hospitals for treatment, but I was very reluctant to be treated by doctors, because I firmly believed that I was not sick, so why should I be treated in the hospital every day and take the medicine that is given to the mentally ill.

I love to play alone, I don't like to talk, and sometimes I don't even say a word to someone for a day. When I was a child, I would count the gray hair on my mother's head, and I wanted to grow my own silver hair, but no matter how I cut my hair, it would still grow black. Once my mother saw me holding scissors, screamed and ran over to knock the scissors off my hand, and yelled at me frantically! However, looking at my clear and doubtful eyes, my mother hugged me and cried bitterly. I patted my mother on the back and thought to myself how adults love to cry.

My mother did not give up the treatment, and took me to famous hospitals all over the country, whenever I saw the doctor stroking my head and showing a distressed expression, I felt a panic, and I tried my best to cooperate with the doctor's treatment, because only then can I occasionally see my mother's happy smile.

In this way, until elementary school, my depression was still not good or bad, and I was always alone, without friends. I don't want to talk to anyone, and no one wants to talk to me.

One afternoon in the summer, I was sitting in the yard playing with toys, when suddenly a white hand reached out to me with a drawing board that could be erased, and it wrote: I see that you are also a person, can you be friends with you?

I looked up and saw a pair of eyes as gentle as a mother and a friendly smile on my lovely face.

I nodded and continued to play with my own stuff. The girl sat next to me and watched me fiddle with what I was holding, sometimes occasionally looking down and scribbling on her drawing board. There were a lot of people who tried to play with me like that, but it didn't take long for them to give up.

For a whole afternoon, I didn't say a word to the girl, and I changed the same thing after playing, not paying attention to the girl. However, when I was hungry and ready to go back to eat, I found that the girl was still sitting next to me, staring wide-eyed, as if wondering why I had suddenly stood up. I patted the dust on my ass and turned around and went inside. The girl also stood up, and after a while, I couldn't help but look back and see that the girl was still standing there.

At noon the next day, the girl appeared in the yard again and sat next to me and watched me play with some childish stuff alone. It lasted for a few days, and every afternoon the girl would show up, occasionally writing a few words on the drawing board to show me, such as "this thing is so fun" and "this thing is so dangerous, don't play with it" and so on.

One day the girl didn't show up, I played with toys for a while, I felt a little bored, looking in the direction where the girl usually appeared, and I was a little upset all afternoon.

The next day, when the girl appeared, I was actually a little happy, and the girl handed over the panel, which said: Did I not think about me yesterday? My face turned red, and I hurriedly said, "No." ”

The girl smiled at me and sat down. I finally couldn't help but ask, "Why didn't you come yesterday?" ”

The girl brought the sketchpad to me and wrote: "I went to the hospital yesterday."

I lost interest and continued to play with my toys, and this time, for the first time in my history, I invited someone to play with me, and I said to the girl, "Do you want to play together?" The girl nodded happily.

Once my mother was very happy to see that I had a little friend to play with, and called the girl to her house. From my mother's inquiry, I learned that this girl, who had not spoken all the time, was born unable to speak. I felt like the barrier between me and the little girl had been broken, as if I had a sense of sympathy. The mother welcomed the girl warmly, leaving her at home to eat, and when the girl came home, the mother let her come to the house often to play.

From then on, I finally had my first playmate. We use the sketchpad to communicate, and I can talk less, which is exactly what I want. Therefore, if there were other children playing nearby, you would definitely see two different children writing and rubbing on the drawing board, occasionally laughing heartily.

Once, the girl asked me on the drawing board why she had never seen me participate in a group activity.

Boys must have a hobby sport. This is what the girl told me, and although many years have passed, I still remember the time when the girl was holding the drawing board with a cross-legged expression and a serious expression. The sun was very bright that day, the girl stood with her back to the sun and condescending, I sat on the ground, looked up, and saw a layer of golden light enveloping the girl's body, like an angel falling from the sky.

I remember the girl once showed me a picture of a basketball team going to their local game to participate in an event at the girl's school. The girl and the other students were smiling happily, and behind them were the players of the basketball team.

Then let's play basketball. I thought to myself.

At that time, I noticed that my height was much taller than that of children of the same age, and because of my height, the coach placed me in the position of power forward.

Since then, I've spent less time with girls and more time training with the team.

I became more and more cheerful, I started to communicate with my teammates, I started to become the main part of the team, and sometimes the girls would come to watch me play, bringing fruit or drinks. Mom supported me because of my transition, so I was able to play basketball more in my spare time.

As time went on, I got taller, my game got better, and the team's results started to get better.

Whenever we play, I can see girls on the sidelines, and as long as I see those gentle and caring eyes, I can stay focused and work the court.

Our team is gradually becoming famous in the county, and as the main player of the team, I have also received more attention. At first, girls approached me, and boys from the class or team offered to play with me in their spare time. I'm starting to be gregarious, I'm calm with girls, and I'm making jokes with boys.

Once, after training, the players of the team asked me, "Does the girl who often watches you play on the sidelines look very good?" ”

Hearing them talk about girls, I suddenly became a little nervous and blurted out, "How is it possible, who likes a mute." ”

The players were taken aback, then they all looked behind me, and I turned my head to see the girl shivering at me with a bottle of drink in her hand. I suddenly felt very remorseful and wanted to explain something, but the girl suddenly cried and turned around and ran away. The moment the girl turned around, I felt a pain in my heart, as if I was an unforgivable criminal who had hurt a lovely angel.

After a few training sessions and competitions, I didn't see the girl on the sidelines, and the girl didn't come to my house to play with me again.

Finally, one day, I couldn't resist going to the girl's place to look for her, and this was the first time I took the initiative to apologize to someone.

The girl's grandmother received me and said that the girl had transferred to the school and went home.

"Where did she go back?" I asked anxiously.

"Jinling." The girl's grandmother told me.

Boys must have a hobby sport. This sentence changed my life. As I grew older, the imprint of the girl on my heart grew deeper. Whenever I'm playing, I imagine girls on the sidelines, watching my every move on the court. She inspires not only my performance on the pitch, but also the changes I make in my life.

Everyone who plays should have their own beliefs, and some people's beliefs are Jordan - I can accept defeat, but I can't accept giving up! Some people believe in Iverson - I play every game as if it were my last! Some people believe in Kobe Bryant - even if the world abandons me, there is basketball with me! Some people believe in Arenas - they think I'm a 0 and can't play。。。。。。

And my belief is that the girl-boy must have a hobby sport.

When I was 16 years old, I was admitted to the high school in Jinling City next door, and came to Zijin Middle School, a famous basketball school. Hopefully, one day, I can meet the girl who changed my life again on the sidelines.

The leaves above the head block the sun,

The cast shadow shakes the memory,

Imagine if we can meet again at this moment,

You won't forget the past,

In this sun-drenched city,

Hidden another self,

It's so funny to talk about everything,

Close the door and be afraid of yourself,

How cruel it would be for me to find someone,

Incomplete exchange is incomplete,

I've been waiting and waiting in this city,

Waiting for the next possibility,

I dwell in a desolate city,

Wait until you find the next person.

I'm going to be your next person. --Jiang Dong